Two Miles Wide
Over. Under. Left. Right. Backyard. Kitchen. Parlor. Courtyard.
His legs moved swiftly and carried him through the empty halls. He skidded to a sudden halt on the crimson carpet and took a moment to breathe. His limbs abandoned all strength and pulled his body down. The sunlight glimmered through the windows and bounced off the small body sprawled on the floor. The young boy brought a hand to his face, pushing his golden locks away from his violet eyes.
His hands roamed in the pockets of his newly pressed slacks only to find crumpled plastic wrappers for saltine crackers. It was at that moment he cursed himself for eating them so quickly. He could have taken a leaf from those Hansel and Gretel fellows he's heard about and scattered them through the halls of his mansion.
Even then, something told young Tamaki that no amount of saltine crumbs would bring him to his mother again. He was well aware that she was somewhere within the mansion, but that was definitely not good enough. In a short fit of defeat, Tamaki stood up and decided to retreat until the morning for the search for his mother. As he walked back to his room, he gave a short cry of guilt for secretly wanting to tear down the mansion.
He loved the place dearly. Perhaps if he realized that his mother's room was but five doors down, he would not think so harshly about the house. But with the destruction of each wall and window, he would not need crackers to know that his family was safe and that he was not alone.